MormonBoyz – Elder Garrett – Atonement – 1080p

Elder Garrett made his way into a dark guest room in the temple, moving carefully as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Every part of the temple was bright and white except for this secret space.

There was so much that Garrett did not know about this history of the priesthood in the church, and the higher priesthood order. He would have never known to ask what secrets were guarded and passed down by early priesthood leaders.

As the Brethren have called him back to meet with them, he blindly complied, trusting his leaders completely. This time was no different in that feel. However having been called before, he knew he would be hoped to service the men of the Order in some way.

At no time in his life previously could he have imagined repeatedly and routinely sexually satisfying his priesthood leaders while on his mission.

The highly idea would have shocked and funked him, despite being deeply arousing.

Now, he’s come to find a sense of comfort. As if being a subject of desire and delectation gave him a objective. He knew the guys dreamed him, and that made him sense a new and intoxicating force.

Once his eyes widened to observe in the darkness, Elder Garrett could see Bishop Angus standing beside a seated President Oaks. The magnificent, silver-haired stud sat in a phat crimson chair at the end of lengthy, dark table, studded with jizz-shotguns enhancing from small to fairly massive.

Bishop Angus called the man to him, and President Oaks nodded the bearded man to proceed with their plan.

Angus ran his mitts over Garrett, feeling his stiff, thin assets while also liquidating his garment chunk by chunk.

Garrett precedingly perceived a good deal of dishonor in his nakedness. The missionary would regularly redden and get nervous at just the idea of his assets uncovered. Now, in the presence of these excellent, heavy fellows, it only sexually aroused him.

Once he was down to his garbs, the two dudes pawed his bod, gripping at his loins and buttocks. Underneath his magic underwear they could feel his pecker hardening erect. President Oaks watched the guy squirm in enjoyment from their caress, trying to thrill him just enough for his real test of will.

Bishop Angus then brought him to the far end of the bench and transferred him a jar of grease. The young stud looked confused, uncertain of what to do. The aged dude gestured to the bench, indicating he was to begin with the smallest and make his way to the largest.

Old Garrett soon put it together what was being asked of him and he nearly gasped on his shock. How on earth was he going to take all of those objects into his figure?

Elderly Garrett had only been nailed a duo times before, and not without some degree of difficulty. As he knelt down and started lubing the first-ever peg, his mind embarked to race with anxiety and doubt.

“You may embark,” President Oaks ordered, still positioned in his crimson tabouret.

Old Garrett moved himself above the peg, bending his knees to lower himself down. The slick object glided inside him with only slight difficulty, prying open his crevice and a gasp out from his jaws. Bishop Angus stood behind him, watching him closely and resting a supportive palm on the back of his neck.

“Now the next one,” Oaks ordered, scarcely providing him time to get convenient.

Senior Garrett moved himself down, taking each peg into his body. Bishop Angus held his tesitcles up with his forearm as he mounted himself down, giving the watchful president an unobstructed glance of the plugs cramming his plumb hole.

“Is it stretching you?” Oaks would ask, his locked on the boy’s progress.

Briefly a peg came that tried Garrett’s thresholds, prying him open farther than he thought possible.

“Show me you can do this one,” Oaks cooed to him, bending close to the decided missionary.

He was closer now than when he commenced, almost to the end of the stretcher. Oaks was sated to witness him continuing on, but knew the guy needed encouragement and guidance to succeed.

“Slowly,” he coached. “Let me see you go all the way down.”

President Oaks’s paternal tone had a strong affect on Older Garrett. He knew that as hard as it was and as much as it hurt, he was luved and protected by him. He knew he was being groomed for a higher calling and did not want to let down him.

With a few more encouraging words, Garrett perceived the XXL plug slip past his red steamy sphincter, finding purchase inwards his eager hole, stuffing rock-hard against his guts.

“That’s a excellent fellow.”

President Oaks could see Garrett was at his restrain. Even with more buttplugs to go, his crevasse had been pushed as far as it could go. He was proud of him, but knew his atonement was incomplete.

The elder boy stood from his pose of authority and embarked to strip himself, guiding the young fellow to assist him in the process. Once he was disrobed down, he trained Garrett down to his knees.

The young boy’s fuck-hole was still on fire, relieved to be free of the ample object. His assets, tho’, was buzzing with a sexual strength that had been built up as his depths were crammed deeper and broader.

He promptly took the president’s manhood in his mouth, anxious to taste the fabulous dude. Something about submitting to him as he had made him desperate for his member, praying that he’d briefly get his crevice tucked by the man’s swollen swelling.

It wasn’t long before the elder leader had him arched over on all 4s, fondling his well-worn ass-hole and readying it for injection.

Bishop Angus once again stood next to the stud, placing a supportive hand on the back of his neck. The muscle teddy looked down as he observed the boy’s back bend in anticipation.

President Oaks smiled as he masturbated his manmeat, one hand trailing along the boy’s super-hot crevice.

Then, with a careful and sudden push, the president moved himself inwards the boy, pressing his prick deep inwards. The boy’s crevasse was steamy, still reacting to the intensity of the corks, giving President Oaks an astounding sensation on the head of his pecker.

He pumped himself in and out, feeling the boy’s assets take him without any resistance. Oaks wielded this fellow and could use him for his elation. And Garrett wasn’t going to leave without the president’s nectar inside…